Lament For Brendan Behan - Ver 2

D A7 D Word has come from Dublin City G Word has come to our town D A7 D Word has come from Dublin City Bm They tell me bold Brendan is dead D A7 D Born in 'twentythree in a slum in Dublin G With a tenement over his head D G A7 Born with a spirit his flesh could not contain D Bm They tell me bold Brendan is dead D G D He died at the Meath in far off Dublin A7 In a cold white hospital bed D G A7 In the Georgian tenements the children hushed their singing D Bm They know that bold Brendan is dead D G D No stranger to life, he lived right enough A7 No stranger to the glass in his hand D G D No stranger to the cause he fought all his life D Bm Yet they tell me bold Brendan is dead D G D Ireland has lost her sweet angry singer A7 No longer his poems of fine design D G A7 Will ring out in Gaelic or sound through the lanes D Bm For alas! bold Brendan is dead